16 Shells from a Thirty-Ought Six

I bought sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

And a black crow snuck through a hole in the sky

So I spent my buttons on an old pack mule

And I made me a ladder from a pawn shop marimba

And I leaned it up against a dandelion tree

Laid it up against a dandelion tree

And I leaned it up on a dandelion tree, yeah

And I cooked them feathers on a cast-iron spit

And I filled me a satchel full of old pig corn

Filled me a satchel full of old pig corn

And I beat me a billy from an old French horn

And I kicked that mule to the top of the tree

Kicked that mule to the top of the tree

And I blew me a hole 'bout the size of a kick drum

And I cut me a switch from a long branch elbow

I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin', yeah

I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

Black crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

Black crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Now, I slept in the hollow of a dry creek bed

And I tore out the buckets from a red Corvette

Tore out the buckets from a red Corvette

Now, Lionel and Dave and the butcher made three

You gotta meet me by the knuckles of the skinny-bone tree

With the strings of a Washburn stretched like a clothes line

You know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole

Now me and that mule scrambled right through the hole

Hmm, I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

Black crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

I hold him prisoner in a Washburn jail

That I strapped on the back of my old kick mule

Strapped that pig to the back of my mule

I bang on the strings just to drive him crazy

And I strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six